Random Ideas

 

I love ideas. And I’ve always had lots of them. I’m an ideas kind of a person. I don’t always worry about how, or if, they will materialize. Often I just want to make something happen without considering the logistics of it all. Rob will attest to this. He has been left on the executing side of my ideas on numerous occasions. Like my desire to have fishbowls as centrepieces for our wedding, leading to conversations like this:

Where will the fish come from?

A shop?

And what will we do with them afterwards?

I don’t know. But I want them.

(Note: We got married in a country house hotel in France. None of our guests were local; nor had any interest in fishy favours. In the end, the fish served their wedding day duty and went back to the shop. I framed it as spending €60 to hire them for 48 hours. I’m not sure how Rob framed it, but he executed the whole thing brilliantly.)

Anyway, I digress. Ideas. Not that I always follow through on all of them. I’m not sure that you are meant to. I read the other day that some ideas are only meant to flirt with you. To get you excited and to keep you going. In the end, you may decide that they are not for you. Or that it’s not their time… yet.

I have absolutely no idea where I am going with this. But you can’t be serious all the time. And I am trusting the process. Who knows what might happen?

Maybe we should all flirt with our ideas more often. Without worrying about the how. After all, what’s wrong with a harmless little flirt?

New Dawn

So, today is not just ‘a new dawn, a new day’ as Michael Bublé would swoon.  It’s the first day of a whole new year. And not just any new year but one that has been rumoured to bring all sorts of fundamental energy shifts.

Despite the hype, I had a quiet start to 2012… dinner and a movie in, an intermittently waking babe and a dog drugged on Rescue Remedy to take the edge off the fireworks. The hubby and I took time to review the highlights and lowlights of 2011, which on the whole was thankfully more high than low.

I’ve also been pondering what’s in store for me in 2012. I think my motto is gonna be to show up. I’ve had a lot of references for this lately, some of which are likely to crop up in future posts.

For now, there are two challenges I have been plotting. One is to write a blog post every day for a month. And as it happens, January lends itself to this kind of resolution.  New dawn, new day and all that.

Now, I wish I could say that I’ve used the time between the holidays wisely and planned what I might write about. But I haven’t. There’s no secret mind map with 31 clever ideas waiting to be developed, nor a stack of half-written posts. There’s just me having tried all sorts of angles to convince myself that this is a bad idea. I mean, who has time, with broken nights, Lilly’s persistent aversion to daytime sleep, dog walks and all?

But there you have it, I’m gonna do it anyway. A friend of mine is going back to work in a few weeks with a six month old. People are climbing Mount Everest. (Yes, in my mind, both fall into the same category of effort.) So surely I can knock out one measly, semi-engaging post a day. (I am scribbling this one on a piece of paper in the car on the way to a pub lunch. No, I am not driving. I am in the back seat assigned to periodically putting the dummy back in and longingly watching those little eyes for any signs of wanting to go to sleep.)

 
So, be up for it. Whatever IT may be for you.

 
And the other challenge? Aaah, you just gonna have to keep on reading! 😉

Pyjamas and Pearls

 

I am a mother and a writer.

 

This is one of my new mantras. A poignant reminder that I can be, and indeed already am both. Now I know that’s not revolutionary. After all, we wear different hats all the time. So in addition to being a mother and a writer, I already am a lot of other things too: I am a wife, a lover, a sister, a friend, etc.

I suppose the difference with writing is that it is something new I am allowing myself to explore and thus I figured it would be nice to have some kind of anchor. In case I forget in amongst Lilly cuddles, new mummy coffee mornings, dog walking and nappy changes.

In the movie version of Sex and The City, there are two scenes where Carrie Bradshaw is in bed wearing pyjamas and pearls. I love that. It’s impractical, of course. It even looks a little odd – like playing dress up at bedtime. But it’s also fun and whacky and different (unless everyone is wearing beads in bed these days and I’ve totally missed the trend in amongst those nappy changes). Most importantly, Carrie Bradshaw is a writer. So I went to the local charity shop and got me some beads.

I haven’t worn them yet but they are hanging over the reading lamp next to my sofa. Alongside Lilly’s nursing necklace. So I can see them during the day, and when I actually sit down in the evenings to write. And I am sure one day soon I will wear them when I’m all snuggled up in my pyjamas. So much more chic than wearing a hat, no?!

And in case you’re wondering about the nursing necklace, it’s a contraption that is supposed to keep your child interested in feeding once they get to an age when just about everything else in the room is more interesting than milk. It’s designed to withstand overexcited and incessant tugs and is probably strong enough to pull an 18-wheeler truck. It also has bells that, appropriately enough for the season, make me sound like Santa’s sleigh.

Ho Ho Ho.